exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
by Maya Angelou
Poetry of the day review:
This poem is really nice and enlightening. Didnt they make a movie and a television show based on the same name? Im not sure how i feel about the literal existence of angels, perhaps symbolically. Galaxies look alot like angels. Angels could instead be ancient astronauts. Im not sure but the idea of their existence is a kind of romanticized one. I love this poem regardless lol.
Word of the day:
cosset
\ KOSS-it \ , transitive verb;1.
To treat as a pet; to treat with excessive indulgence; to pamper.
1.
A pet, especially a pet lamb.
